The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Jan Wayne Fields
No Imagination
Sam peered out of the tent. “It’s dark. I can’t see anything.”
“There’s nothing to see, that’s why. I thought you wanted to come camping.” Barbara sounded exasperated.
“I thought I did, too.” Until I got here. Sam shivered. He imagined every plant as poison ivy, crackling twigs as footfalls of a lurking predator, each leaf rustle an omen of impending doom. Surely the moonlight was leading a werewolf pack straight to them. Was that a snake he heard slithering?
“Just relax, Sam. You’ve no imagination.”
On the contrary, Sam silently disagreed, that’s really not the problem.
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I imagine Sam is in for an over-active night with Barbara… wait, that sounds wrong…
I guess Sam really is dying to share his thoughts with Barbara. May be , he will have to , once it gets darker.
Great, fun story , Tresha.🙂
You pen a nice portrait of an anxious young man, Tresha. I expect he’ll fall asleep eventually, and wake up in the morning pleased to have survived the night (provided those werewolves stay away…)
He will be super sensitive to sounds outside the tent; that’s for sure.
Sounds like he has a lot to learn tonight.🙂
Learning a lot of things he didn’t want to know, probably. Camping isn’t like what he sees on TV comedy shows.
What’s she doing with that wimp? Bet she dumps him when they get back to town!
I’m sure neither of the knew how it would turn out. Sometimes we even surprise ourselves.
Oh! This made me laugh. I’m glad I wasn’t drinking any tea. Thanks for an evening chuckle.
Ah, while camping is certainly not the time to discover that you have an imagination. Well done.
Sometimes all it takes is a few minutes in a given situation to determine we shouldn’t have been there in the first place.
Good characterisation. I can’t throw any stones at him; I’d be much the same— plus I’d probably worry that a group of Big Bad Bikers would decide to camp next door.
Not conducive to a good night’s sleep, in any case.
Chicken sh*t! Maybe she should find other ways to keep him busy… 😉
She may have to think twice about taking him camping again.
Most definitely!